2.9.24

Who are you?

he wasnt impressed
                        casually looked up from couch  was reading a third time his buddys Labor Day 2008 writing  his deceased   deceased     that was easier to admit than suicide  friend

Who are you? impatient stern

Bruces friend  You

I own this house.

You rented to Bruce
                     Now unless youve returned the balance of the year lease he paid in advancewhich you havent  the executor informed me  I believe youre required to give twentyfour hour notice before entering the premise
Is this notice
                Mister

glaring Dick Schmitts.
Mr Schmitts
                Im putting Bruces effects his possessions in order to remove them I expect Ill be a week  Perhaps a little longer

Apparently longer, considering you’re sittin’ on your ass.

    Well Dick
                  So be it

he grumbled something under his breath

Youll excuse me 

Dick turned abruptly and left

before returning to Labor Day he thought So Bruce thas Schmitts
                                                                          looked likedidnt act like a blonde crewcut Dick Shawn for some reason he imagined him leaning in sunlight then stepping awaystepping back into a smoky exhale of shade

had to shake that

it really wanted to continue
Bruce’s friend.

revery subsided

an old woman on the stoop
                             should have shut the door when Dick left but the fresh air coming through the screen door was delightful

Yes Im Joe

I’ve heard tell of you. Bruce spoke fondly.

he chuckled
              Youre Beverly
I am.

The next door neighbour  An actress now in seclusion

I am.

You have a crazy crystalline windchimed seashell sand dollar garden

I do. Bruce has said.

Bruce loved your assloved your evening chilled white wines enjoyed in warm mudbaths conversations in the cedar sauna in the pool  the musical waterfall

Yes. tears welled in her eyes she combatted them with a deep stalling  chuckle  it worked like hell to get out  He tell you of my gay friends, the boys, who tried so many times to pick him up?

he chuckled
             He did not

Then please, this evening, join me for dinner. I will tell you.

What may I bring?

Something for yourself to imbibe. You don’t strike me as a sweet white wine drinker.

Very observant

That was part of my trade.

0508,  Tuesday – day after Labor Day,  2  9. 08
0936,  Monday – Labour Day,  2  9. 24

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